March 10, 2010

I’ve seen these Suitswith dead faces,since I was akid. I rememberclosing my eyes tight,after lookingat an insurance salesmanor a preacher ( how doyou tell the difference? ),and praying he would notbe therewhen I openedmy eyes.I still do it at times withCEO’s in theirdesigner suits, and generalsin battle dress: death arrayedin ribbons acrosstheir breast.I shut my eyes tight still,at morticians and talk show hosts,and lying politicians,with a hint of color in theirPorky Pig neckties.Not to say, though, that allmen who have worn or who wearsuits are on my shit list.Camus looked fantastic in a suit.Presley wore suits with an unmistakable cool.Miles and Coltrane and Kenneth Patchenwore suits.And Einstein wore a black rumpled suitwith impeccable class.I admire men like that who happened tohave worn suits!Men who have something to sellother thanwar, mind control andspiritual stagnation.I know the Suits will not go away,no matter how longI close my eyes and pray.It’s been the same sincethe white race rose to power.The Huns were Suits, and downthe line, Hitler.Many of our leaders imitate him,wearing his Suit of death:perfect fit, no tailoringneeded.